Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Stealing Happy Hours’ by 311. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 311 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Massive laminate fortress
Hazy cannibus porches
Saying no to the bores
It’s not mine or yours, then I said
The wait sucks, I don’t mind waiting
Once you get there, there’s no more gates
And I gotta say
Stealing happy hours, stealing happy hours, yeah
Stealing happy hours, stealing happy hours, yeah
Don’t wait one minute more to ask me
You make me feel like Hank Chinaski
In war all the time, war, war all the time
We’re snatching bits of time that
No one else can seem to find
Stealing happy hours, stealing happy hours, yeah
Stealing happy hours, stealing happy hours, yeah
Stealing happy hours, stealing happy hours, yeah
Stealing happy hours, stealing happy hours, yeah